He was forced to perform earth escape and fled all the way, sighing to himself: "This journey is far from as easy as I thought."
Finally, on the fourth day after entering the fairyland, he got rid of the predicament, moved away from the uninhabited area, and entered a popular area.
Before coming, he had already done his homework. The fairyland is suitable for the survival of spiritual beings and also for the habitation of flesh and blood creatures. It is in a semi-material and semi-energy plane.
This fairyland is attached to the old land, and is very much like its shadow, but it really exists.
Back then, after those who had ascended to heaven entered the stage, many of them used their great magical powers to reshape their bodies, regenerate their flesh and blood, and reproduce normally.
At the same time, there were originally many indigenous people in the fairy world, as well as a large number of ferocious birds and beasts, and there are many different stories about their origins.
The more reliable rumor is that they appeared with the birth of this semi-material plane, just like fertile soil, it is impossible for them to always be barren.
During this period, Wang Xuan came into contact with Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling and others, learned a lot, asked many questions, and learned many secrets.
For example, some aboriginal people have passed down the story that they coexist with the curtain. Today, Wang Xuan saw it, which confirmed some of the sayings.
This is a fairly large village, and the entire village is busy digging holes, selecting graves, and preparing for collective burial, or in other words, sleeping.
"When the curtain goes out and the world dies, we too will fall into the age of winter, just like our ancestors, waiting for rebirth in the darkness."
Among the indigenous people, some elders were presiding over ceremonies and making various arrangements. They knew that the fairyland was about to be destroyed, and according to what their ancestors said, they were waiting for resurrection in death.
Wang Xuan thought about what Fang Yuzhu, Zhang Daoling and others said, and combined with what he saw and heard, he was also pondering these things.
Some curtains were extinguished more than once. After the long, cold winter night, some of them finally came back to life, but the so-called natives did not have any rebirth.
All we can say is that these indigenous people, these villagers, are indeed bidding themselves farewell and burying themselves.
There are many immortals and even more natives, but it is impossible for all of them to enter the real world, the base number is too large. In addition, the consumption when crossing the boundary is amazing, and the spiritual imprint will be broken at any time. Even the disciples of the immortals have to pay the price to pass through the curtain.
Wang Xuan sighed and looked up at the sky. It seemed that the sky was not as blue as before. He felt a bit of dusk and the atmosphere was extremely heavy and depressing.
Especially when he looked into the deep fairyland with his spiritual eyes, he felt its essence. This was indeed a decadent world. The half-material and half-energy plane would eventually collapse, and all living things in the world would die!
"It's not easy to be alive." His heart was heavy. Everything he saw now would fade and die in less than a year.
Even if this fairyland is lucky and has a second or third chance to revive, no one knows how long it will take. With the passage of time, the ancient world is like smoke and clouds, and some stars in the universe are destined to disappear.
And every time the fairy world revives, it takes a long time to brew and appear many years earlier than the mythical creatures.
When passing by a larger town, Wang Xuan stopped. He felt a special kind of vibration here. People in the town were praying, offering sacrifices, and resonating with each other emotionally.
Then, he saw an incredible scene. Yellow paper was falling from the sky and burning. It seemed to be in perfect harmony with the emotions of the people in the town. They were resonating with each other, and a sad mood was spreading.
"Look, our prayers have paid off. We will fall asleep today, and after countless years, we will all be reborn as seeds. We may forget everything, but the imprint of our lives has been passed down, and some of us will wake up and remember what we saw today."
Among the indigenous people, the old priest was extremely excited. He led the villagers to kneel down, pray, mutter, and have tears in their eyes.
Wang Xuan was surprised and watched from a distance.
Then, light rain began to fall from the sky and landed in the town.
"Not all villages and towns can see the burning of yellow paper. What's even rarer is that we are lucky to be watered by the spiritual rain. We will be able to revive in the future and are the seeds of the new fairyland!" said an old man while crying.
Then, Wang Xuan saw that many people ran towards the distance, rushed to the cemetery, and began to bury themselves. Some people were in the villages, in the courtyards, and on the streets, being drenched by the light rain and laughing.
Wang Xuan was horrified. He felt that his soul was under great threat. He took out the furnace cover, activated it, and held it above his head. He also used the God-Slaying Flag to protect his body, wrapped himself up, and moved away from this area and out of the rain of light.
“Even Lao Zhang and the others haven’t studied this kind of mysterious event thoroughly, and almost none of them have seen it with their own eyes. It can only be seen occasionally at the end of the myth’s decay, when the indigenous people began to die out.” Wang Xuan looked solemn.
He saw many villagers just collapsed and lay motionless. Some of them were decayed, as if they had been there for hundreds or even thousands of years.
It can be seen that seed-like spots of light appear in the bodies of some people. They fly out and suddenly sink into the ground with the rain of light, as if they are really going into hibernation to endure the dark winter and the eternal night.
"Are some of these legends credible? When the new fairyland appears again, those spiritual substances will reproduce vitality, and even half-matter and half-energy "seeds" will automatically emerge?"
Then, Wang Xuan heard crying, and he felt creepy and familiar. He looked up suddenly and saw the end of the light rain, the highest point of the sky, which was very blurry, as if separated by a wall, with a little firelight appearing dimly, as if someone was burning paper, and the fire was about to go out.
Wang Xuan was greatly shocked and wanted to rush forward. This was not the first time he had encountered such a thing. In the deepest part of his own special inner world, he had vaguely seen and heard it.
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